I would not make a good brachiator

(stolen from thewronghands): "In the beguinage God created the hebdomad and the earthfall. And the earthfall was without formalization, and void; and darnex was upon the facette of the deerhair." Also, making a mess of that Wordsworth daffodil poem that I only remember because the intro English class several of us took the spring of our freshman year (before they decided you didn't need to take an intro course after all) had a focus on post-colonial literature, and one of the short stories we read involved a man being torn about having to teach the poem in a class somewhere on the far side of the world where the students colored their line drawings of daffodils in bright jungle colors because they had no idea what they were supposed to look like.

Meanwhile, my arms are still quite sore from climbing on Tuesday (thus reminding me that I should go more often) and I have just finished the last of the yellow soup from last night.

( yellow soup with green accents )

Ok: more tea, then more writing.